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Pneuma Katana

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Tonight I rage in silence like the picture of a bomb
Wondering how my Lord bore walking through his earth unknown
Ryujin Jakka would have been my sermon on the mount
Blitzkrieg before the Pharisee open their mouth

Tonight I kneel and write like I’m channeling a Knee-El
But it’s reverence and gratitude because I am a God pail
I guess to teach some lessons some souls need hell
After all, to give us heaven, God would knead hell

Mmmmm

Give me that old time faith
Tell the hurt beside you that Christ has paid
After tasting power, we can all debate
This is the beginning Matthew Twenty-Four ate

Give me that antisocial obsession with the invisible
A craze admissible
My love affair with Christ is spiritually umbilical
But play it cool
This is harvest season and I am a shinigami too

Vera told me we should find ourselves a kind spouse
I said Girl first be a kind spouse
And why is it that our discussions lately lean to carnal?
Two years of discussions, no scripture recital
She said, “Oh I mix it up and make it educational.”
God said, “Further pressure is inconsequential.”

I remember how PT would start all his sermons
Matthew Twenty-Eight
Matthew Twenty-Eight
Now I see that only grownups think of lifting weights

And not everybody’s children can just man the gates

This train of thought makes you appreciate track record
While assessing everything through God’s lexicon

God help us all

For only God has had to hold it in more than any
I daresay that his silence alone deserves a Grammy
Having incarnated in his Word of Power
Only to watch young powers carry out a murder
But he saw it all, from the first word he uttered
I guess faith needs a bit of wonder

Godzniel
©2026

In Bucks

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From up here I see the folly now
Wise men look like kids without his Word now
Once human, I’m divine now
And By his Word, I define “Now”

I’m Christ-raised, no be levitation
I got gratitude for this elevation
In His mercy, God plans ahead
Answers wait before a prayer said
Men puff when they won’t pass
God’s Word is my compass
I got holy warriors praying for me
Yet I trust and I CTRL-S beings
Souls won everywhere he sends me
Some trust in their riches
I just send God my bills

Someone told me I should live below my means
To be honest, I’m confused because Jesus is my means
I got Heaven in my genes
So I could pray out anything
I go sliding on my knees
Over each and everything
Because, Bro, before I pray
God supplies my every need
So imagine not the day
When my love gives way to greed
Sorry, but I don’t grind for steeze
Sorry, but he promised safety and never ease
Get translations, compare wording
Grace taught me generosity
All I have is for stewarding
But please pray before copying me

Eye-of-a-needle people everywhere
Bidding the elect to live by fear
O Lord when I’m greedy, pull me out of there
Please don’t wait a year
Dont let my heart write off hot tears
And The Lord is the movie where I cast my cares

God is still enough for me
My technique and energy
And his presents are my pedigree
I am great if I am serving him
I have lived out many a hymn
Keep your worship, only worship him

Take a billionaire and drop him in the Kalahari
Let him fear the name of God, let him learn to tarry
Let him learn ‘Without the poor, there would be no safety’
Let him say, “To lack your voice, Lord, is Poverty.”
Pure in heart vs poor in heart
Poor in spirit yet playing a part
One day dead, next day living
And no cold shoulders,
And nothing lacking,
What prinicipa- mehn we broadcasting
I’m in bucks in God’s inbox
Nepo-Baby and I flip flops
Shares in Futures that Christ bought

Can’t talk now, hallelujahs fill my mouth

From down here, I can reply now
Fools sit as Kings because their names are changed now
Once human, but something new now
And my fate is faith, but love is how I hope now.

Godzniel
©2026

Boat Talk

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These moments,
These moments of my life,
Christ is in my boat
in the midst of the storm.

Last night,
I woke him up.
We sat at the edge of the boat
and talked a lot.

He said,
“You want me to speak to the storm?
I’ve left it long enough
to let you learn a thing or two;

That first,
the storm wouldn’t consume you.
And no, it wouldn’t hurt you.
That I am your peace
in the midst of it all.”

I said,
“Yes, yes,
though it’s been raging,
there’s a serenity I feel inside.

I know so well
that it’s because you are right here.

I saw your hand
when the boat tipped
a little too close to the ocean.”

“Yeah,
you beckoned,”
he responded.

We sat still
through the chaos.

Laughed
like we owned the waves
and controlled its timing.

Dinner was set,
and I finally said,

“Peace,
peace be still,
Not a morsel of this meal
should be lost to this disturbance.”

He smiled,
picked up the tray
and gave thanks.

Jahz_rhythm
©2026

For Necessary Entertainment

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Get your mind busy
Busy with God’s word
Busy with memories
Busy with verses

Entertain your mind with God’s promises
Choked in with testimonies
High on praises
Drunk with faith realities

This is necessary
Nurturing seeds of thanksgiving
Else there will be weeds
Worry weeds
Trouble thorns of tiredness
Pale faced pressure

Hannah DGinus
©2026

As I am

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They say a man is measured
by the weight of his word.

If that is true,
then I stand no taller than politicians—
men fluent in promise,
faithless in keeping,
yet returned to power
by the same hands they failed.

Maybe this is Nigeria.
Maybe this is salvation.

God, choosing men like me
with a history of broken vows,
each one carried
on the tip of my tongue.

And every time I fall short,
He leans close—
not to condemn,
but to remind:

There is grace for this.
Enough to stand again.
Enough to stand before Him.

He asks for nothing polished,
only that I come
as I am.

Olaoye Adeleye
©2026

The Highway of God

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Everyday lived in fear
Is a day lost…
Lost to care of what may or may not be
A match of endless knots in the plain
Invented by the devil
Funded by the host of darkness
The referee, a master of lies
The ball – arrows of thoughts shot at the fertile field of the saints’ hearts
The goal, to rob us of our faith
To distract us from winning our race
To shift our focus from our Captain
To steal our strength and might
To weary us in discouragement
To put us in despair
To take away our confidence
To sow his seeds of doubt!

But we refuse to play the devil’s game.
We turnaway from his perilous field that enslaves
Deaf to a constant blow of his whistles
Each day, we choose the upper road to God
The highway of righteousness…
Trailed and known to sons of God
Narrow but built for God’s children
Rough but leading to life
Stony, full of obstacles but promising…
We may not know what to expect
But we follow the way anyways
Trusting Him who promised us an expected end.

Olufunke Ajegbomogun
©2026

Roof-removing faith

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Roof-removing faith
Just what I need to find expression
Compassion for a friend
An investment that God is the reward I get
When I diligently seek him.
While sowing mustard seeds

Hannah DGinus
©2026

Takamura vs Zoro

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I remember when I started to write like this; when I started sinking to feeling the words in jots of bliss, regardless of the proper pause to punctuate. I couldn’t be made to squeeze the grapes. I’d slice over grate, but I thank God that aging doesn’t kill wine.

So this time, I will let the vapors of my diction medicate instead of entertain, since I’m hoping for a different thing.

I’m hoping to divide the truth behind the things our eyes fail to notice.
Not popularity’s secret
But pop reality’s secrets?
Because the race escaped the swift, and the battle escaped the mighty
I was hoping to attain true power, but my greed made me so indecisive.

Lord, if I am a fight…

I am the Lord’s rifle rifling through Holy Words to reload before I snipe a slice of eternity into a generation. They will hear true hymns of Him through me, even when I’m long gone, like a long gun.

I am one of the Lord’s arrows
I was stoned once but Medusa lost
Praise to God, l trust His love
So I pull back with a rejoice, remembering the sharpening of yester years
Obedience breeds obedience, and each level asks for greater grace
That is why I either lay hands or stand and say

I am a branch burning unconsumed and screening to a thousand Moseses.
We are novices, but we become fools without his seal
Everyone has their own part to play in fulfilling God’s multimillienal promises
Even the devil knows the believer gets the best deal
No negotiations needed, we greet them and that’s it

I am
Like my Father who is all in all
I have more faith in God than in Panadol
You can wait on Him and run in faith, a paradox
But those who did nothing but prayed are still not a pair of ducks
Because admitting we didn’t let God choose is where our para docks
And when we think of those we failed to pray for, our para ducks

I am a voice and a face a group of witty words
Being ignored or being shared,
And I rejoice that heaven read
And I rejoice that God is heard
And I realize I’m sharing bread
And it is spirit-led to be praying to be Spirit-led

I remember when I started to write like this; maybe it is a testament to how God made me. And I celebrate the variety of people. Each of us having a measure of God’s spirit that is no more God-shaped, but us individually. And in Christ, we each receive the Spirit of God. We receive Christ, who was one with God without measure.

Who best to wield you, than your maker?
After all, God knows you more than you will ever know yourself
So imagine the wonder, that He will you, and so much more

To the one who believes…

Godzniel
©2026